Chapter 443 Qilin Essence, Nanming Lihuo Sword

"Danxiang!"

Yang Qingxuan was taken aback and immediately reacted.

A few days have passed, and the lid of the cauldron has already been lifted off, and the spirit pill has been exposed to the air like this.

Generally, after the elixir is baked, it should be sealed in a jade box immediately, so as to ensure that the medicinal power will not disperse.

But the inner elixir of the cauldron has been stuffed in the cauldron for many years, and the spiritual energy has been exhausted in the elixir, so it is difficult to overflow. It's just that the exposure time is too long, and it still starts to volatilize.

Yang Qingxuan didn't care about refining the demon fire, and in a flash, he appeared on the cauldron.

I saw three perfectly round spirit pills lying in the cauldron, the pills were milky white in color, soft in luster and iridescent, they were extraordinary at first glance.

Yang Qingxuan was overjoyed, and hurriedly took out three jade boxes, and packed the three pills respectively.

And he took a deep breath, inhaled all the dan qi volatilized from the cauldron into his stomach, and felt refreshed, and his strength recovered a lot.

It's like licking your fingers after eating spicy strips.

Hua Jieyu looked disgusted, and said: "You are the Qinglong Holy Spirit of this generation, pay attention to your image. You don't know what these three elixirs are, so you just inhale the qi randomly, without any vigilance, be careful of poisoning. "

Yang Qingxuan licked his lower lips, and said in a hey voice: "I'm sure, these three elixirs are good things. It's just that the power contained in them is too strong, so I really dare not eat them. Brother Xie Yu, do you have these three elixirs? Information about the pill?"

Hua Jieyu shook his head and said, "There are so many miraculous medicines in the world, I can recognize them everywhere. Moreover, this is something that was refined by the monster clan in the Middle Ages, and most of them no one knows about it."

Yang Qingxuan said with a wry smile: "Do I want to try the pill myself?"

Hua Jieyu said in surprise, "Don't do it! Even though this elixir is harmless to the body, the qi of the elixir is so strong that you cannot bear it at all."

Yang Qingxuan pondered for a moment, and said: "There are two ways. You can catch a desolate beast to test the pill and observe its changes. Or you can find a big chamber of commerce and use it for appraisal. But the former is a pity, the latter. I'm afraid that if everyone is innocent, he will be guilty if he is pregnant."

After thinking about it, Yang Qingxuan stopped thinking about it and continued to sit cross-legged to refine the demon fire in his body.

Under the suppression of Qingyang Martial Arts, the demon fire gradually lost its temper, and began to merge with his true energy, becoming a part of his strength.

Two days later, the demon fire was finally completely refined, and Yang Qingxuan's strength also returned to its peak.

He raised his left hand, flicked his fingers, and a smear of demon fire appeared on his fingertips, and then he turned into a fire bird, fluttering his wings, flying around in the air, and then fell back to his fingertips. Turn off at once.

Yang Qingxuan said happily: "Finally, I can cultivate those three thousand karma fires!"

With a thought in his mind, the Wuhun sword mark on the center of his eyebrows turned red, as if burning.

A violent aura came from the sword mound. An ancient giant beast was wrapped in flames and galloped over the sword mound, bringing out a long, comet-like tail, and the entire sky was burning.

"boom!"

The ancient giant beast turned into a beam of light, shot out from the Wuhun seal, and pierced the ground with a "clang". A group of violent flames spread out, and there was a phantom of the giant beast in the fire, and the ancient violent air spread in the secret room.

Shocked, Yang Qingxuan looked carefully.

In the center of the flames, a huge red sword was inserted into the ground, and a hundred-foot red rainbow loomed in the sky. The body of the sword was engraved with flame patterns, and there were phantoms of giant beasts. The hilt was inlaid with ornaments such as purple gold, agate, and amber. .

Hua Jieyu exclaimed in shock: "Kirin! It's actually a sword made from the essence of a unicorn!"

In the flame flow pattern on the sword, five characters suddenly appeared, and disappeared in a flash: Nanming Lihuo Sword.

In the entire secret room, except for the seven cauldrons, the stone bed and the broken spirit stones all over the floor were burned to ashes under the sword fire.

"This sword...!"

Yang Qingxuan was ecstatic, this sword has its own unicorn real fire, if I had known this, what kind of demon fire would I have to refine, this sword is enough.

He grabbed it with five fingers, and the sword flew up from the ground with a "Zheng" sound and fell into his hand.

A terrifying sword intent oscillated along with the flames.

"Boom."

Yang Qingxuan's grip on the sword was a little unsteady, his arm trembled a few times, the sword fell, the tip of the sword hit the ground, and inserted in like cutting tofu, cutting iron like mud.

And the zhenqi in his body quickly dissipated under the action of this sword power.

Hua Jieyu said in surprise: "This sword is too powerful, and Qilin is too fierce, you can't control it!"

"Joke, there is no reason why the sword coming out of my sword mound can't be controlled!"

Yang Qingxuan made a strong move, held the sword in his backhand, and stuck it on the ground. Powerful true energy poured into it, and the sword seal between his eyebrows kept flickering, and a sword energy shot out and shot into the sword.

Nanming's Lihuo sword trembled violently, the kylin roared, and rainbow lights shot out continuously, reflecting the glow that filled the room.

A moment later, under the pressure of the Taixuan Sword Tomb, the sword gradually stabilized, and the irritable aura within it subsided.

Yang Qingxuan's head was covered with sweat, but he couldn't hold back his joy. He held the sword in his hand and played with it. With one swing of the sword, there was a thousand feet of vermilion, and a black fire mark was cut directly on the wall of the secret room.

Hua Jieyu was also overjoyed, and said: "With this sword, cultivating the three thousand karmic fires will undoubtedly be like adding wings to a tiger."

Yang Qingxuan also kept nodding his head, saying: "The demon fire has been refined in vain."

Hua Jieyu said: "No, the demon fire is already a part of your power, but this unicorn fire is not. And this Nanming Lihuo sword is just the soul of the sword, and it doesn't have the power of the divine sword itself. Foreign objects. For you, the biggest advantage of this sword lies in the fire of the unicorn, not the sword itself. If you can refine the fire of the unicorn, it will greatly improve your strength .”

Yang Qingxuan said: "I understand."

Immediately grab the Excalibur and pour the demon fire into it.

The blade of the sword turned red all of a sudden, as if it had been ignited inside. The streamlines of those flames became bright and lively.

A firebird emerged from the sword, and as soon as it spread its wings, there was a roar, and the unicorn rushed out from the sword, swallowed the firebird in one gulp, and then returned to the sword.

"This……"

Yang Qingxuan was taken aback, stared dumbfounded, and said in a daze: "My demon fire...is gone?..."

After a while, he frowned.

It is not as simple as disappearing the demon fire, he can still feel the existence of the demon fire, and it is constantly strengthening. And not only the demon fire, but also his perception of the sword in his hand became clear.

"This demon fire has merged with the unicorn fire."

Yang Qingxuan murmured, under the flickering of the sword mark between the eyebrows, countless fragments immediately appeared in his mind, which were the remnants left in the sword: the sword body was cast by the deep sea Xuantian, the sword soul was cast by the unicorn spirit, and within it was Nawanhuo. Evolved into the original fire - Nanming Lihuo.

Yang Qingxuan's eyes flickered brightly, and he said in a hey voice: "It turns out that the meaning of this unicorn spirit is to swallow thousands of fires."